Today, I taught Pocket Monkey how to make Dad’s(his Grandpa’s) Gumbo. It is the simple version that doesn’t involve a roux. I was laughing because he tried every ingredient after he chopped it. Just like me! In the course of preparing the meal, he took a bite of half dozen veggies, and a bit of chicken. I would chop something to show him how I wanted it chopped, and then turn him loose with the kitchen knife. He succeeded.
Pocket Monkey just turned 10, so he is of a good age to teach basic cooking skills. By the time we are done with him, he will be able to cook like a Chamorro or a hillbilly at his leisure. He can already cook rice and Spam, which are basic Chamorro staples.
Mrs. Snipe and I were deciding what we would name a restaurant if we had it an settled on the name Chamoule That is Guam slang for a half white and half Chamorro person. . She would cook the Islander favorites, and I would do the southern comfort food.
We invited a neighbor to try the gumbo, and therefore had to use the “spice for Yankees” rule. If you want it spicy, add your own hot sauce. Most gumbo recipes I am familiar with include the phrase: If you are cooking for Yankees, the elderly or the sick, spice with caution. Of course, our neighbor loved it.
I love cooking, and love sharing with my friends. That is all. Fall out and carry out the plan of the day.